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"How do I stop carrying everything that has ever happened to me?"

– If My Body Could Speak, Book by Blythe Baird

#Bob-Waksberg #bojack #shortstories

“A statue isn’t built from the ground up—it’s chiseled out of a block of marble—and I often wonder if we aren’t likewise shaped by the qualities we lack, outlined by the empty space where the marble used to be. I’ll be sitting on a train. I’ll be lying awake in bed. I’ll be watching a movie; I’ll be laughing. And then, all of a sudden, I’ll be struck by the paralyzing truth: it’s not what we do that makes us who we are. It’s what we don’t do that defines us.”

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Raphael Bob-Waksberg, “We Men of Science” from Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory

D.W. Winnicott

this last month of school just might kill me

january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn't happening

José Olivarez

And you’re in love?

“Ma, we’ve never even kissed.”

And that has anything to do with it?

“Okay, fine. Yes, I think so”

“But don’t tell anyone. Don’t even repeat it to yourself.”

Why?

“Because it’s humiliating.”

Sweetheart, love isn’t humiliating. Hasn’t anyone ever told you that?

“Who would have told me that?”

Do you know the word humiliate comes from the Latin root humus, which means ‘earth’? That’s how love is supposed to feel.

“Like hummus?”

Like earth. It grounds you.

All this nonsense about love making you feel high, that’s not real. It should hold you like the earth.

“Wow, Ma.”

What? I have a heart, don’t I?

- Coco Mellors, Cleopatra and Frankenstein